[By request we reprint the program for the Reunion, a ropy of which was given to everyone on arrival] 

^^Keep together all the time" 

CLASS OF *92 
Program of Quarter-Centennial Reunion 

THE FIRST THING TO DO 

A CLASSMATE WILL MEET YOU in his automobile at the train and take you to 
one of these places: 
CLASS HEADQUARTERS IN BASEMENT OF LIBRARY. You can't miss it, 
on account of the big '92 sign Warner Bishop has stuck in the basement window. 
Some local member of the Class will be here all the time. 

MEN'S HEADQUARTERS at the Acacia House, on State St., between Psi U and 
D. K. E. All men of '92 and their sons will eat and sleep here. 

WOMEN'S HEADQUARTERS at Newberry, right across from the Old Main Building. 
This is for the women of the Class, wives of classmates and daughters of classmates 

"Keep together all the time" 
There is no need of wandering all over town, because everybody will come to see us. 
All our favorite old Profs, and their wives will come to our class luncheon Tuesday 
noon. You will see President and Mrs: Hutchins then. Everything you want will be 
provided at Acacia or Newberry. Nix on down town or Detroit. 
Don't scatter and we will have the time of our lives. 

MONDAY, JUNE 25 

11 :00 WELCOME BACK. First greeting of classmates at Class Headquarters in Library. 
12:00 LUNCH. Men go to Acacia, women to Newberry. 

2:30 INFORMAL CLASS MEETING at Class Headquarters. 

6:00 DINNER. 

7:30 to 8:30 INFORMAL CLASS MEETING at Class Headquarters. 

TUESDAY, JUNE 26 

10:00 to 12:00 INFORMAL CLASS MEETING at Class Headquarters in Library. 
12:30 CLASS LUNCHEON at the Michigan Union. This is the only time when all the 
classmates, wives, and children eat together. President and Mrs. Hutchins will 
be guests of the class; also the Deans and their wives, and several of our old pro- 
fessors and their wives. 
6 :30 DINNER. Men at Acacia House, women at Newberry. 
7 :30 All meet at Senior parade and band concert. 

WEDNESDAY, JUNE 27 

10:00 BUSINESS MEETING OF THE CLASS. "Something doing." A big proposition 

to consider and a big "stunt." 
12 :00 LUNCH. Men at Acacia, women at Newberry. 

AFTERNOON PROGRAM WILL BE ANNOUNCED AT LUNCH. 
6 .-30 MEN'S DINNER at Acacia. WOMEN'S DINNER at Mrs. Markley's. 

THURSDAY, JUNE 28 

Many of the Class will doubtless stay for Commencement Day and arrangements 
will be made for them at Acacia and Newberry. 



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THE 

QUARTER - CENTENNIAL 
REUNION 

Class of Eighteen - ninety- two 

UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN 
June Twenty-Fifth to Twenty-Seventh 
Nineteen Hundred and Seventeen 



And Addresses of all Classmates 



COMPILED BY 

WILLIAM WARNER BISHOP 
CLASS SECRETARY 



UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN 

ANN ARBOR 

1919 



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CLASS IN 1917 

Members of '92 at the Quarter-Centennial 

SEE what you missed, fellows, and make a mighty resolve right now not 
to miss the next reunion. We had 52 at the reunion but there are only 
i7 in this picture because 10 a. m. was a little early for some of the boys 
to get around. Compare one or two of your old pals with the old class 
pictixre (on pages 16-17) and consider the fascinating changes wrought by 
time. Our new class book Avill give you before and after pictures of every 
classmate, like those on pages 26 tp 70- 

• • • 

Top Row, Left to Right — Fitch, Cjirjxjnter, Bishop, Doughty, Cheney, E. O. Hol- 
land, Safford, Walker ('87), Carson, Aliller, Wynn Alighell, Barnum, Harriman. 

Standing — Sherwin, L. T. Cole. 

Top Step — Miss Forhan, Miss Herrick. 

Second Step — Miss Haskins, Miss Ilgenfritz, Miss Tarbell, Airs. Alighell (Miss 
Thomas), Barnum's son. 

Third Step — Airs. Doughty (Aliss Goble), Airs. Alarkley (Aliss Butler), Airs. Ullrich 
and daughter, Ullrich, Fassett. 

Fourth Step — Miss Wies, Airs. Walker (Aliss King), Aliss Grace, Glover, Dunlap, 
Warden, F. C. Smith. 

Bottom Row — Cutler, Van Inwagen, Hatch, Seymour, Haskins, R. T. Holland, 
Rathbone. 



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Class of Eighteen Ninety-two 



The Grandest Ever 

By O. B. JOYFUL, '92 

SOAIE, Reunion, Bo! Fifty-two back, not including wives and children. 
We had 43 per cent of our 120 living graduates. Even '93, which always 
claims to be the hottest, never equaled that. Prexy said it was the 
liveliest quarter-centennial he ever saw. All our old "profs" and their wives 
said we beat all records. And Shaw, whose job it is to promote reunions, 
says Ave set a new pace for all classes. Just look at your old friends and 
lovers in the picture and see what you missed! Did you miss it? Well, if 
so, we'll do our best to tell you about it — on one condition. Raise your right 
hand and solemnly swear you'll never miss another reunion of our class! 

A three-day reunion, too. Who ever heard the equal of that? Why, in 
our day, classes only had one-day reunions and even now two-day reunions 
are not the rule. Yes, sir, we had thirty people on the job as early as Monday 
afternoon, and although we were supposed to quit on Wednesday, there was 
quite a bunch that stayed through Thursday. "No style," you say? Got 
style all the while ! 

What's more, we lived together those three days ! Oh, say, but wasn't 
that an improvement over the old days when you mooned around and never 
saw anyone you knew? How could you, when your classmates were scattered 
about in Cook Houses, frat houses, friends' houses, and all kinds of houses? 
None of that stuff for us ! We had all the boys at the Acacia fraternity house, 
while the lady members, wives of members, and daughters of members stayed 
at the Newberry Residence. This was mighty convenient, for the Acacia is on 
State St. between Psi U and D. K. E., and Newberry is right across from 
the old Main Hall. So all the boys had to do after any meal was just to 
'phone down to Newberry and say "Come on girls, let's go over to Class 
Headquarters in the Library and sing some songs." Or, "Which would you 
rather do, girls, see the town in an auto or visit some of the famous new 
buildings on the campus?" 

And stunts! Say, galore is no name for 'em. Nine songs written for the 
occasion, surprise stuff on the screen, "before and after" photos of members, 
canned voices of distant classmates, and I don't know what all. The folks 
were just boiling over with impromptu stuff all the time. 

Stunt No. 1 was pulled off right away after the lunch on Monday. There 
were seven of our boys at the Acacia in the first bunch to arrive, and we 
heard that Frank Smith Avas staying at the Phi Kap house. That was abso- 
lutely against the law, so we all piled into Jim Glover's car and when we 
hauled up in front of the old "Miller" house, let out our yell, good and 
raucous, followed by a harsh "We want Smith." After the echoes subsided 
two roustabouts came a-running and said "Nobody home." So two of us 
went upstairs, got Frank's clothes, stuck them in his bag and beat it to the 



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car. As we boomed down Washtenaw I saw out of the tail of my eye a 
familiar form blundering into the hedge. I let out one wild yawp. Glover 
stopped the car like a shot. And our ample friend, with his rosy cheeks and 
celebrated quizzical smile remarked "That's the bunch I'm looking for!" 

"Where ye sta3dn'?" we inquired. 

"Here." 

"Who told you you could do that?" 

(Business of pompous party pointing at his own chest with capitalistic 
self-confidence.) 

"Why don't you stay with us?" we inquired, stealthily shifting Frank's 
suit case so he couldn't see it. 

"Well, I'm going to eat with you." 

"Why not sleep?" 

(Loftily) "Maybe I can arrange that, too. If I can I'll let you know." 

"All right," we replied, "If you decide to come we'll be ready for you." 

An hour later he was at the Acacia and from that time until the last 
train left he certainly obeyed the injunction of "Keep Together All the Time." 

The above is a fair sample of the kidnapping parties, which resulted in fill- 
ing the Acacia. The choice of roommates was gladsome stuff to watch. Also 
the "I'll take the upper and you bunk below" business. 

Monday afternoon we mostly hung around and gassed, and that front 
porch at Acacia was certainly one grand place for this favorite sport. When 
we got the wire edge of visiting worn off we went over to see the Class 
Headquarters that Warner had fixed up for us. This was certainly great 
stuff — a big room in the basement, well lighted, airy, and with all sorts of 
comforts. In the middle was a glorious bunch of peonies which Miss Ilgen- 
fritz had brought up from the famous nursery at ^Monroe. We met the girls 
here, and glad-handed new arrivals, swapped life-histories and retold our own 
biogs andante sostenuto, con amore, tempo rubato, accelerando, etc. — 57 ways 
in all, and all true. Some romancers ! 

At dinner time the girls went to Newberry to primp up and the boys went 
to Acacia to smoke and ease up. "Truthful James" read us some out of that 
famous book of his, including "The Same Old Way (see page 12), and some 
Dago dialect that made a hit. 

'Long about eight o'clock we strolled over to meet the girls at Class 
Headquarters and Judge Tuttle ran the show, which turned out to be a red- 
hot experience meeting, especially when the Judge told how hard it was to 
condemn one of our classmates to the jug. We went 'round the circle, telling 
the real stories of our lives — the way it ain't in books. Too bad, we had no 
stenog. There was some great stuff that night. 

Tuesday morning we toured the town in autos furnished by local class- 
mates, saw some buildings that made our eyes bulge out — especially the Hill 
Auditorium and IMartha Cook building. 

At one o'clock we all went to the Michigan Union for the first big scream 
— the Class Luncheon. This was the only time all the boj^s and girls ate 
together. We had 81 all told — 40 members, wives and children, and 29 



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guests, including President and Mrs. Hutchins and a bunch of our favorite 
"profs" and their wives. 

The fun started immediately. Before eating anything we sang "A Bunch 
of Crooks" (see page 18) in lieu of a cocktail. This certainly was a rouser 
and set all tongues a-wagging. After Course 1 in Food was safely passed we 
started a jovial one, "The Girls of '92" (inside back cover page). Later, when 
Fred Sherwin came in from Colorado and Lewis Carson from Vermont, this 
song was repeated for their benefit. 

After the next course we were in a mood to fall for some sentimental 
stuff and Harriman certainly put us through a course of sprouts on "Still the 
Same" (inside back cover page) to the tune of "Darling Clementine." No one 
present will ever forget that scene. Harriman, who led all the songs, was more 
fun than a box of monkeys. At times he put on the air of a cross old school- 
master, nasal, peremptory, and falsetto. He stood beside the piano where a 
hired musician played the accompaniment and his exaggerated gestures 
caused gales of mirth. In order to have the songs a complete surprise, each 
one was typed on a separate sheet and the copies distributed at the last 
moment. The result was that many persons choked on the local gags and one 
or two got "high strikes." Harriman kept up repeating that "Still the Same" 
stuff' until we were reduced to a perfect mush of sentimentality and giggle. 

We sobered up during the next course and then there was a general call 
for our class poet and "Modest Jim" read "The Columbian Ballad" (on page 
7) and "The Same Old Way" (on page 12). 

With coffee and cigars came a great cry for President Hutchins. Presi- 
dents are mighty rare birds at class reunions, because they have their hands 
full with regents during commencement week. Nobody but a regent could 
have gotten President and Mrs. Hutchins for such an occasion and we have 
to thank Harry Bulkley for the enjoyment of their company from one to 
three that day. President Hutchins made a brief speech that was good 
enough to pay for all the effort of coming to the reunion. The bunch next 
called for Dean Cooley, who mentioned some of the engineering boys in our 
class whom he remembered with affection. 

The next stunt was the one called "Scotty's By-Play" (see page 14), 
After that we went outdoors and spent the afternoon seeing the new buildings. 

My only regret about the luncheon was that Harry Bulkley did not 
speak. Harry has made a superb record as regent. He has witnessed the era 
during which the biggest appropriations ever made by the legislature have 
been spent by the university and he was all primed to tell us about the most 
important changes on the campus since our day. But with all his enthusiasm 
Harry has an invincible modesty. The class president let him off on his 
sacred promise that he would address his classmates Tuesday night. Warner 
Bishop scoured the town and got up a set of lantern slides to illustrate a talk 
by Harry, but when the time came "Regents' Meeting" interfered again. On 
nothing else, you may be sure, would Harry ever fail. He gave a dinner in 
January to all the Detroit boys, which started off our reunion plans with a 
rush ; always attended committee meetings, was strong on the check book, 



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got the "canned voices" together, and did more than I can tell to make the 
reunion a success. To paraphrase one of our new songs, "AA'hen he's wanted, 
he's right there." 

Tuesday night we all assembled at Class Headc|uarters and Warner 
Bishop gave us a lantern show; first, the familiar old faces and scenes, then 
the new buildings and plans. He was just the boy to tell the purpose, size, 
and cost of everything. After that, we had life-histories at first hand from the 
members who had arrived during the day. 

Wednesday morning we had an outdoor class meeting in the shade, not 
far from the Tappan oak. There must have been thirty-six present because 
36 bucks were collected for this souvenir. Our present officers were re-elected 
and we decided to have a reunion in five years if not before. 

Wednesday evening the boys had their big time at the Acacia. There was 
an air of suppressed excitement throughout the dinner, occasioned by various 
mystifying performances. 

Finally, a phonographic horn let the cat out of the bag and we had 
"Canned Voices of Distant Alembers" (see page 10). Harry Bulkley had writ- 
ten something better than a telegram and the details were arranged by the 
manager of the Edison Dictating Machine Co., who came out from Detroit 
with the apparatus and made the connections. It certainly was thrilling to 
hear from Heber Curtis, Jack Miller and Hugh Van Deventer in that way. 

The songs, written for this occasion, were all flashed on the screen, a 
stanza at a time, the ambidextrous and indefatigable secretary acting as 
operator, in addition to securing the lantern, making the mats, etc. We had 
a perfect room down in the bowels of the earth and when the old gang joined 
a semi-circle and sang "The Boys of '92" we well nigh raised the roof. All 
that's fit to print of this appears on back cover page. "Times Have Changed" 
was the same brand of immortal guft" — gags on the boys (see page 19). 

I really can't tell any more and wouldn't if I could. The best part of such 
an affair can never be told. Much of it goes too deep for words. And even if 
some genius could reproduce the atmosphere completely, he shouldn't. The 
fellows who didn't come aren't entitled to everything. Those who paid their 
class tax are getting value received in this souvenir, but they don't get the 
reunion. They missed that! 

The Chicago bunch left the Acacia about 10.30 for the train and the 
reunion was practically over. Only a few fellows stayed over Thursday. 

The ladies say they had a lovely time W^ednesday evening. Mrs. Mark- 
ley (Mary Butler, as was) gave them a dinner which they will never forget. 



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Columbian Ballad 



By JAMES H. NATCH, '92 

[Written for the occasion and read by the author at the Class Luncheon on Tuesday, June 26] 

When Christopher Columbus, of whom you've heard before, 
Dropped anchor in San Salvador and landed on the shore, 
He sent a night dispatch at once to good Queen Isabel! 
Announcing a safe journey and everybody well; 
And then he added other things to show the Queen respect. 
Until he had a hundred words, and sent it all collect. 

He said: "You played your money right when you placed it on nic 

For we will hold the headlines in future history; 

And you will get your jewels back, and have a new spring bonnet 

Made out of straw from Panama with wings and things upon it, 

And here's a little sentiment that time will prove is true 

That future centuries will begin WITH THE YEAR OF NINETY-TWO." 

That Christopher Columbus had the wisdom of the seers. 

Has proved a truth inviolate throughout these many years; 

Four times the century clock has struck since that dispatch was sent, 

And each recurring ninety-two has marked some great event, 

Events which make the epochs in all otir history 

And which have formed the corner-stones for each new century. 

For after Chris has finished up discovering this land 

And was by noble Ferdinand forthwith quite promptly canned. 

Things hereabouts moved rather slow, from history it appears. 

Until the expiration of another hundred years. 

Until Sir Walter Raleigh rung his famous cloak surprise 

And pleased Queen Bess so greatly that she made him goo-goo eyes. 

And to reward his gallantry, the Queen said: "Here, Old Scout, 
If you would like to travel some, I'll fit a vessel out 
And you can go across the pond and chase dull care away 
By colonizing that there land all on a summer's day." 
So Walter tried the job a while, but had a spell of gout 
And hiked back to the fatherland in not a pretty pout. 

But in his pockets he took back some articles quite new 

To all of merrie England in FIFTEEN NINETY-TWO. 

Tobacco was the first of these which soon became quite stylish. 

The other was good pomme-de-terres which put the I's in Irish; 

With these two staples introduced, America was made. 

And crowds came flocking to its s'lorcs to bask within its shade. 

So things went on for many years with England, France and Spain, 
Each sending expeditions out o'er mountain, lake and plain. 
Until the difltcrent countries' claims began to overlap. 
And then and there was started up a most unholy scrap; 



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The French warred with the British and the Spaniards joined the brawl, 
When poor Lo helped his allied friends and took the scalps of all. 

'Twas war then for a hundred years from SIXTEEN NINETY-TWO 

Until we'd gained the right to wave the old red, white and blue, 

And all the boundaries had been fixed to which all could agree. 

And war gave place in this fair land to wholesome industry, 

'Till Washington discovered that he couldn't tell a lie, 

And Franklin brought the lightning down from out the murky sky. 

Then progress moved in mighty strides from SEVENTEEN NINETY-TWO, 

When Whitney made his cotton gin, so wonderful and new, 

And Daniel Webster blinked his eyes at the first sight of day. 

And old Kentucky was annexed to father Henry Clay, 

And Philadelphia built the mint where the first coins were made, 

And daily newspapers began their scandals to parade. 

Then toward the West in steady'growth the empire took its course. 
Along the dark Missouri to the fair Columbia's source, 
Up and down the Mississippi and across the field and hill. 
By the lake and by the river, rose the factory and the mill. 
Wonderful, indeed, the progress that was made throughout those years. 
Wonderful the great achievements of our parent pioneers. 

They it was who cleared the forests and let in the light of day. 

Built the homes out in the prairie and the towns along the way; 

Built the railroads through the mountains and the steamships on the shore, 

Found the hidden mineral treasures that were never known before; 

Fought their foes and fought each other, but ne'er paused to frown at fate 

'Till they'd stretched across the continent from Ne\v York to Golden Gate. 

Then they paused, and we, their children, heard the stories that they told 

Of the hardships they'd encountered in those rugged days of old. 

And we listened when they told us of the work that we must do 

If we'd carry on the progress that would make their dreams come true, 

They had used their brawn and muscles, we must use our brains they said. 

And build up this wondrous country in the way that wisdom led. 

And we caught the inspiration that those words of wisdoin bore. 
And sought out the hall of knowledge and knocked gently at the door. 
Knowing that the lamp of learning must be trimmed and bright if we 
Would go forth in full assurance of our higher destiny. 
Realizing in a measure that our future progress meant 
Seeing how to act correctly where there was no precedent. 

And the light that has illumined everything with brilliant hue 
Is the radiance from the halo o'er the CLASS OF NINETY-TWO; 
All across this great broad country we have practiced and have taught, 
'Till the world now stands in wonder at the changes that are wrought; 
Five and twenty years have vanislied since we launched forth on our way, 
But the light has gained in brightness with the lengthening of the ray. 

So from far and near we've gathered from the city and the town 
To renew our bond of friendship and exhibit our renown, 



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To bow down to Alma Mater and receive her fond caress, 
And to hear her speak in praises of our well deserved success, 
And to tell her we are striving to be all that we should be 
In our effort to make actual the Columbus prophecy. 

Then we'll join again as schoolmates and pretend that we've forgot 

All the many obvious changes that a quarter-century's wrought, 

And we'll march around the campus 'till we've mustered all we can, 

Singing with our best endeavor in the praise of Michigan, 

And we'll cheer for old Ann Arbor and the U. of M. so true 

And we'll pledge life-long allegiance TO THE CLASS OF NINETY-TWO 




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Canned Voices of Distant Members 

To get the atmosphere of this you must first look at the photos of Jack 
Miller and Heber Curtis on pages 26 and 27, and call to mind Hugh Van- 
deventer. Then you must imagine about forty of your old cronies gathered 
around one gigantic table in the basement of the Acacia, listening like all- 
possessed to a toot-horn at the end of the table. Do you remember Heber 
Curtis' voice? Well, you know, voices don't change. They bring back the 
real spirit of the same old boy you knew and loved. Letters and telegrams 
are nix. This is the best thing — next to having the real fellow back. 

'Sh ! You can hear a pin drop. The boys are all straining to catch 

every word. 

HEBER'S VOICE 

Hello, Central of Life, give me one-eight-nine-two. I said one-eight-nine-two — 
you ought to know that number by this time. Say, '93, will you please get off tht 
line, temporarily, at least? You always were butting in. 

Hello, is this '92? This is Heber D. Curtis, of Mt. Hamilton, Calif., speaking. Yes, 
Lick Observatory — that's the place. I'll warrant you don't remember me. What's 
that you say? You never forget any of us, no matter how far away we are. Well, 
that's right; we don't forget you, either. 

I was one of the youngest and certainly the freshest of you all — well, perhaps not 
actually the freshest, but nearly so. Oh, by the way, are Bishop, or Cheney, or Quarles 
there? What's that you say? These chaps have reformed and never do anything like 
that anymore? Quit your joshing; I don't believe those boys have changed a bit in 
twenty-five years. 

Yes, I'm an astronomer — studying the stars, you know. No, no kick coming. 
Yes, it's a queer life, but when you come to think it over all life is a bit queer. Any- 
way, I'll bet I live in the queerest place of any of you. On the peak of a mountain 
nearly a mile above sea level and twenty-six miles from a hair-cut, total population 
about fifty, including the children. Sure, four of 'em, and fine ones — three boys and a 
girl. My youngest boy is four years old and my daughter has just graduated from 
college. Hell! Doesn't that make a fellow feel old? Fine; she's as sweet tempered 
as ever after twenty-two years of mj^ society. 

Say, is Judge Pam there tonight? He and I used to bone Latin together when 
we were freshmen. I wish you'd ask him to drink a stein to '92 for me. Oh, I guess 
he's qualified, all right. You say the banquet is dry? Well, on some fitting subsequent 
occasion, then — yes, a toast to the days when we were twenty plus, instead of forty- 
five plus. 

What's that. Central of Life? I've had the line long enough? But it's twenty-five 
years — so many things to tell about. Well, so long and good luck, fellows. I certainly 
do hate to ring off. 

JACK'S VOICE 

My Dear Classmates: 

I fully expected to be with you at this twenty-fifth reunion of our grand old 
class but I have had to choose between being a slacker or appearing in the light of a 
quitter to you. Let me recite the facts and then you can draw your own conclusions. 
On February 2nd, last, I signed a written pledge that unless I was in jail or dead I 
would attend this reunion at Ann Arbor this June. 

On April 21st, last, at the summons of President Wilson, I attended a conference 
in Washington, called for the purpose of financing the Red Cross during the war. I 
was then made a meinber of the American Red Cross Finance Committee and was also 
appointed on the Executive Committee of that body. I spent the next month in the 
east on the work of the Executive Committee, which resulted in the creation of the 
war council, headed by Mr. Henry P. Davison of J. P. Morgan & Company. I had 



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thought that having done all this work, I could get away for the reunion, but on 
May 12th at Washington, the war council notified me that their jurisdiction was to 
stop at the Rocky Mountains and the territory from there on to the Pacific Coast haa 
been assigned to me. I pleaded my lack of qualifications but the war council said, 
"This is war and no time for a soldier, when given an order, to pass on his own 
qualifications." That was enough for me and I immediately got busy. It was, how- 
ever, not enough for the war council for on May 22nd they notified me at Chicago that 
they had added all of the territory west of the Mississippi, except Missouri and Iowa, 
and on May 28th at San Francisco sent me a further message that they had added 
Missouri and Iowa, except St. Louis and Kansas City, the two best towns in the 
territory. That left less than three weeks in which to organize that tremendous terri- 
tory for the hundred million dollar campaign during Red Cross week. It is perhaps 
typical of an eastern man's conception of a western man's job and I can tell you 
without exaggeration that today, the first day of the week's campaign, that enormous 
territory is thoroughly organized and will "do its bit." 

So you see, I couldn't be a slacker and you must not think me a quitter. I have 
never had a chance to attend a reunion and my heart was set upon being with you 
today. 

In conclusion, I have just one suggestion to make and that is, there are a lot of 
fellows like me who are unable to be with you at this reunion because of the war. 
Please see to it, for our sakes, that as soon as possible after this war is over, a hum- 
dinger of a reunion is arranged at which we can all be present. 

HUGH'S VOICE 

Classmates: 

Accept cordial greetings from one who loves you well, and one who cherishes 
memories of many happy days spent with you. Up to the last minute I hoped, and had 
looked forward with keen delight, to being with you all at this time, but I am thinking 
of you and wishing that every blessing this world has to bestow may come to you. 

It is a great privilege for old friends to be able to get together after years of sepa- 
ration — friends who have shared, in common, many joys, a few sorrows, some fights 
and probably some deviltries. Particularly is this so in stirring times like the present, 
when life's experiences go so far toward blazing the way for those younger, and less 
experienced, good chaps and girls, who must soon bear such heavy responsibilities 
in the world. In peace we are all citizens — or suffragettes soon to become citizens. In 
war we are all soldiers and '92 will be ready, now as always, to live up to her highest 
traditions. 

During the four years I knew her, she never took unfair advantage of an opponent 
and she never played dirty politics. In victory she was magnanimous; when she got 
licked, she was game, a good sport and good loser, but thank the Lord, she never 
subscribed to the doctrine of turning the other cheek. While ever steadfast and loyal 
to her own, she entertained always the friendliest consideration for those of other 
classes, and during the whole four years of her college existence she was never guilty 
of a mean, underhanded or unkind act. That was '92 as I remember her and knew her. 
She was a thoroughbred! She was white because her children were built that way — 
true blue and clean hearted — the salt of the earth. 

Rally around her again tonight and fire her heart once more, and may abundant 
happiness and the peace of perfect contentment be with each and every one of you 
always is my wish, and may the Lord take a liking to you, but not too soon. 



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The Same Old Way 

By JAMES N. HATCH, '92 

[This made a hit on Monday night when the fellows who came the first day were 
rewarded by hearing Hatch read this. He wrote it about ten years ago but it fitted 
the present occasion to a "T". Hatch has national fame among the engineers for his 
serious professional work and also for the red hot joy verses he writes for the annual 
conventions of the American Society of Engineers, over the name of "Truthful 
James."] 

I found things moving in the same old way 
That I left them w^orking when I went away ; 
Though a dozen years have rolled between, 
With all the changes a dozen years mean, 
I could hardly believe it had been a day. 
When I saw things moving in that same old wa5^ 

The old dome has taken a decided squat, 
And Ben Franklin's gone from the corner of the lot. 
And many of the buildings have so spread their wings, 
To hover in the brood that each new year brings, 
That you may think me jesting when you hear me say 
That I found things moving in the same old way. 

And I'm frank to confess that the faces were new 

That I met on the campus when I first walked through. 

For even Gibson, our Andrew E., 

Has hoisted anchor and put to sea, 

But that don't prevent them from grinding away 

On some other poor victim in the same old way. 

But the changes in buildings, and the changes in men, 

Are not such important changes when 

They're only a means to establish an end, 

And are like the leaves that each zephyr may bend, 

Which in Autumn dry up and blow away, 

And new ones come in the same old way. 

The co-ed's smile is as sweet to view 

As it was in eighteen ninety-two. 

And the Sophomore's swagger and the Senior's grace 

And the Junior's hat and the Freshman's face 

Are all as important a part of the play 

As they used to be in our college day. 



Class of Eighteen Ninety-two 13 

And the language I caught as I walked around 
Was only an echo of the same old sound ; 
The "flunk" and the "pony" and the "incomplete," 
The "con" and the "knock out" and "anxious seat," 
The hopes and the fears and the unfair play 
Were being discussed in the same old way. 

And the college itself runs the same cafeteria 
As it used to have when we were there. 
A slice of language and a tough math stew, 
A pinch of logic and a snap or two. 
Which each student selects and takes away 
And swallows in gulps in the same old way. 

The power house chimney has grown apace 

With the other changes around the place; 

But the smoke it emits is just as black 

As it was ere they moved the old clock back. 

And the chemical lab. still has a way 

Of smelling loud smells in the same old way. 

And even at tri-daily festive board. 

The present and the past are in strict accord ; 

The same great mob and the same small meal, 

The same roast beef and the cut of veal, 

With the waiters to wait and the steward to pay 

On Saturday noon in the same old way. 

It's the same old mill though the grist is new, 
With the same old hopper to start it through, 
A few new cranks and a larger wheel 
To grind and grind and make the meal, 
With bolters to bolt and bohners to stay 
And tooters to toot in the same old way. 



14 The Quarter-Centennial Reunion 



Scotty's By-Play 



T^HE thing that produced more laughs than anything else at the Class 
Luncheon was a bunch of jokes about our old-time professor of rhetoric. 
It seems that one of our Oracle editors thought it would be great stuff 
to get a free song in honor of '92 out of one of the illustrious authors of "The 
Yellow and the Blue." Somehow he managed to put it across and the follow- 
ing was actually published in '92's Oracle : 

SONG OF THE SOPHOMORE 

The cup of youth is at our lips ; 

Good friends, we'll drink one bumper more — 
A health to every soul who sips 

And shows himself a Sophomore. 

Let solemn Seniors stately go, 

And Juniors strut their glass before ; 
We only live and breathe to know 

What 'tis to be a Sophomore. 

A heart that beats a steady blow, 

A hand that grips like steel — a store 
Of frolic, wit and wisdom — lo ! 

'Tis these that make the Sophomore. 

Then fill your glasses up anew ; 

Good friends, we'll drink one bumper more, 
A health to all of '92, 

A health to every Sophomore ! 

In order to make the greatest contrast, Harriman sang this to a 
ghastly old hymn tune that was full of death and gloom, whereupon every- 
body applauded dutifully and thought the incident was over. But Miller then 
explained that he had recently had the cheek to write Prof. Scott, asking him 
to dig up a tune for his own song, at no cost to the class, whereupon he had 
received the following reply : 

Ann Arbor, June 18, 1917. 
Dear Wilhelm : 

The idea of the "Song of a Sophomore," as I recall it — I 
don't remember having written it, and I haven't had time to 
look it up in the library — was that the class of 1892 would 
always remain sophomores with the exception of the class 
president, who in 1917 would be a moron. As for the musical 
setting, I am unable to say what mode would be appropriate, 
whether the Dorian, Lydian, or mixed. Have you tried it to the 



C 1 a b s o { E i g h t e c n N i n e t y - t v; o 1 5 

tune of Billy Magee Magaw? Or to any of the cubist music? 
I suppose you know that you can sing the United States census 
reports to Strauss' Elektra. I mean Richard Strauss, of course, 
not Louee, who since he has taken up with the Restoration 
Manure-Spreaders,* composes only for the Victrola. 

If my brows are to be wreathed, I prefer something edible, 
as lettuce or asparagus. Persicos odi, puer, apparatus. 

Yours sincerely, 

F. N. SCOTT. 

Again, everybody laughed and applauded and thought that was the end 
of that stufif. But the toastmaster handed the letter over to Harriman and 
asked him to set the letter to music on the spur of the moment. 

Then Harriman chanted Scotty's letter, while the crowd hung on his 
every motion, fascinated by the audacity of the thing. You remember that 
high tenor voice of Enoch's? Well, he certainly went up until the crowd 
got dizzy. On the words "Billy Magee Magaw" he cleaned the cobwebs out 
of the rafters. On "cubist music" he soared like a battle plane above the 
clouds. On "Louee" he looped the loop, and on "F. N. Scott" he volplaned 
safely to earth while the girls held their aching sides and the boys fell ofif 
their chairs. 

To wind up the fun, the toastmaster challenged anyone in the class to 
translate the Latin phrase in Scotty's letter. There was the deadly silence 
of an old-time universal flunk until Joe Drake was appealed to. His reply 
was something like "I hate these dandies when they're all dolled up." 

*This is a double dig. It hits Louis Strauss, since he writes books about Restoration dramatists 
who were free of speech. It hits Miller, who is a landscape architect and is nutty on "restoring nature's 
shrines," in which process he has to use some fertilizer. 




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J_8 The Quarter-Centennial Reunion 



A Bunch of Crooks 

By WILL STRAIGHT, '92 

Air: Ta-ra-ra Boom de-ay 

[This was the first song we sang at the Class Luncheon after we got the wire edge 
of our appetite worn off by Course I in Food. In place of a cocktail, we hit this up — 
eighty-one strong. It's up to YOU right now. You don't need a piano. Don't read 
this— SING it] 

A bunch of crooks is '93, 
In Heaven they will never be, 
All they care for is to win ; 
Cheating is to them no sin. 

Chorus : 

Roo-rah, roo-rah, roo-rah, roo, 
Michigan, Michigan, '92, 
Roo-rah, roo-rah, roo-rah, roo, 
Michigan, Michigan, '92. 

Ninet3^-two is on the square. 

All we want is to be fair ; 

For stolen games we do not care. 

But when we're wanted, we're right there. 



HAIL TO '92 

By GUESS WHO, '92 

Air: Old Oaken Bucket 

[ Mater familias loquitur. Gee, Father, here's a real sweet one. I'll play, and we'll 
all sing. 

This was the parting song, sung by the men Wednesday night.] 

The best the world gives us as we travel through it 

Is the smile of a friend that we know through and through 

And the best of all friends, as I happen to view it, 
Is any young fellow of old Ninety-two ; 

The rollicking scapegrace, the dandy, the student. 
That taken together made old Ninety-two. 

Along the broad highways of life that we've traveled 

Were some, from the crowd, with a grasp warm and true 

That held to our heart-strings, but those that so have held 
The tightest of all came with old Ninety-two; 

Their smile is the brightest, their laugh is the lightest. 
Their grasp is the tightest — dear old Ninety-two. 

And so when I come to the long hill descending 
Down into the valley whence there is no view, 

A respite I'll ask from the spirits attending 

For one more good wassail with old Ninety-two ; 

So bring then the wassail bowl, let all its amber roll. 
Skoal to the old class. Skoal, hail Ninety-two! 



Class of Eig-hteen Ninety-two 19 



Times Have Changed 

By BALDY LONGBEARD, '92 

Air: Yankee Doodle 

[Filius loquitur. "Oh, say, Dad, here's a song about you! Come on. Sis' you play 
Yankee Doodle and we'll all sing about Dad."] 

Frank C. Smith he used to paint 

The town a dizzy red, 
But now he tries to cover up 

That hue with his own white lead. 

Chorus : 

How the years have changed us all ! 

Ain't it awful, Mabel, 
The way we've M'ent and gone and changed 

And showed ourselves unstable? 

Warner Bishop used to be 

As meek as any daisy. 
But now he romps among his books 

'Till you would think him crazy. 

Harry Bulkley we all thought 

A regular old he gent, 
But now he's grown so "unco gude" 

The fools have made him Regent. 

Larry Cole, as we recall, 

Was favorite with the ladies. 
Now half his sermons he employs 

In sending them to Hades. 

"Judge" Tuttle used to earn respect 

By methods cjuite intensive. 
But now we'd all be "in contempt" 

If it wasn't so expensive. 

Jim Van makes clocks that run themselves 

But then (now ain't it shocking?) 
The only clocks he ever saw 

Ran up a lady's stocking. 



20 



The Ouarter-Centennial Reunion 



Good Fellows Who Have Passed 




QORROW not, but think affectionately of 


their sterling qi 


aali- 


1^ ties. Use this Hst to revive pleasant memories of the- 


Dnes 


vou liked best. 


MEN 






NAME 


Place 


Date 


Age 


Amidon, Lee Earl 


Chicago, 111. 


Nov. 29, 1916 


51 


Anderson, Arvid 


New Britain, Conn. 


Jan. 10, 1917 


54 


Bell, William Herman 


Cincinnatti, Ohio 


May 24, 1917 


46 


Coleman, Thomas 


Toronto, Ont. 


Feb. 5, 1914 


50 


Condon, Joseph Franklin 


Leadville, Colo. 


Dec. 5, 1915 


49 


Fowler, Frank Lincoln 


Wilmette, 111. 


May 2, 1914 


44 


Hopkins, Anderson Hoyt 


Kansas City, Mo. 


Mar. 21, 1917 


55 


Larrabee, Wm. Beekman 


Denver Colo. 


Dec. 22, 1908 


? 


Livingstone, Peter John 


Detroit, Mich. 


Dec. 28, 1916 


51 


Lowenstein, Joseph 


Eagle, Wis. 


June 28, 1917 


52 


May, William Jesse 


Ontario, Cal. 


Dec. 12, 1913 


50 


Meeker, James Franklin 


Crown Point, Ind. 


May 14, 1914 


43 


Morrin, Thomas Arthur 


Stamping Ground, Ky 


. June 25, 1913 


49 


Nichols, Edward Crampton 


Maywood, 111. 


Apr. 28, 1907 


37 


Nichols, Mark 


Grand Rapids, Mich. 


Mar. 26, 1912 


48 


Perry, Carl Die 


Fresno, Cal. 


June 28, 1906 


37 


Randall, Abraham J. 


Caro, Mich. 


Dec. 14, 1911 


42 


Ruggles, Frank Ernest 


Bay City, Mich. 


Apr. 16, 1917 


48 


Sheffield, Henry Stults 


Elyria, Ohio 


Jan. 25, 1916 


50 


Smith, William Andrew 


Detroit, Mich. 


Oct. 12, 1911 


40 


Sones, George David 


Berkeley, Cal. 


Jan. 5, 1895 


29 


Statler, Herbert Otto 


Kalamazoo, Mich. 


Mar. 29, 1914 


46 


Steele, William Sherman 


Harrisburg, Pa. 


Mar. 11, 1915 


49 


Stewart, Isaac John 


Rexburg, Idaho 


May 26, 1911 


55 


Wood, Frederic Elias 


Palatine. 111. 
WOMEN 


Oct. 6, 1897 


28 


NAME 


Place 


Date 


Age 


Bement, Jennie Louise 


Maple Rapids, Mich. 


May 31, 1893 


25 


Borthwick, Mamah Bouton 


Spring Green, Wis. 


Aug. 15, 1914 


45 


Hughes, Mrs. Thomas W. 


Gainesville, Fla. 


May 8, 1914 


54 


Meader, Mrs. Clarence L. 


Ann Arbor, Mich. 


Jan. 9. 1917 


52 


Smith, Rachel A. Groff 


Toledo, Ohio 


Nov. 15, 1915 


54 


Szold, Annie Sally 


Peoria, 111. 


Nov. 1, 1895 


25 


(The above list 


does not include Non-( 


Graduates.) 





Class of Eitrhteen Ninetv-twf) 



21 



Addresses of All Living Classmates 

HERE you are, boys and girls ! Just what you wanted — a complete class- 
list, graduates and non-graduates (so far as known). Treasure this and 
use it. Keep this Souvenir on your desk at home — not on the shelves — 
and write, write, write. Make the rest of your life a perpetual reunion with 
old friends. Keep young. Don't let your heart get ossified. Tell your life 
story in your best style to your old friends, and ask them to respond in kind. 
Then give the best letters to Warner Bishop and we will have the greatest 
Class Book in 1922 ever published b}^ any class in any college. Write one 
letter every Sunday to some old classmate. 

*Means present at the Quarter Centennial. 

THE BOYS OF '92 



♦John Robins Allen 

Dean College of Engineering, 

University of Minnesota. 
Minneapolis, A'linn. 
Elmer Louis Allor 

243 Cass Ave., Mt. Clemens, Mich. 
Eugene Ernest Amory 

Care E. E. Amory & Co., 

Schiller Bldg., Chicago, III 
Frederick Robert Angell 

812 W. Drive, Woodruff Place, 

.Indianapolis, Ind. 
Paul Frederick Bagley 

48 Bates St., Detroit, Mich. 
Glen Edward Balch 

.New Brighton, N. Y. 
♦Thomas Edson Barnum 

8 Watson Ave., Wauwatosa, Wis. 
Charles James Barr 

Yale University Library, 

New Haven, Conn. 
William Bassett 

401 Birney St., Bay City, Mich. 
Charles Coleman Benedict 

1227 Union Trust Building, 

Cincinnati, O. 
Elbert King Benedict 

Acme, Ore. 
Edmund Berrigan 

Norman, Okla. 
Allen Beach Bevans 

Box 492, Los Angeles, Cal. 
Dr. James L. Bevans 

Captain, Medical Corps, U. S. A., 

Care War Dept., Washington, D. C. 
Mortimer Osborne Bigelow 

Care War Dept., Washington, D. C. 
♦William Warner Bishop 

University of Michigan Library, 

Ann Arbor. 
Rev. Charles Ambrose Bowen 

212 E. Poplar St., Walla Walla, 

Wash. 
Bradley, Ralph C, The Rookery, 

Chicago, 111. 



Dr. James F. Breakey 

1052 Baldwin Ave., Ann Arbor, 
Mich. 
♦Harry Conant Bulkley 

Union Trust Bldg., Detroit, Mich. 
Fitzhugh Burns 

99 Western Ave. North, St. Paul, 
Minn. 
♦Henry Ernest Candler 

525 Majestic Bldg., Detroit, Mich. 
♦Irving Dallas Carpenter 

814 Bates St., Grand Rapids, Mich. 
♦Lewis Clinton Carson 

148 Main St., Montpelier, Vt. 
♦Glenn LaVerne Chapman 

2181 W. Grand Blvd., Detroit, Mich. 
♦Edwin Henry Cheney 

918 S. Michigan Ave., Chicago, 111. 
George Parkhurst Cheney 

Care The Record Chieftain, 
Enterprise, Ore. 
Charles Vivian Childs 

York Cottage, Camberley, Surrey, 
Eng. 
James Edward Church 

358 Washington St., Reno, Nev. 
William Henry Code 

1110 Williams Hollingsworth Bldg., 
Los Angeles, Cal. 
Edwin Raymond Cole 

Room 131, Patent Office, 
Washington, D. C. 
♦Rev. Lawrence Thomas Cole 

(Rector of Trinity School) 
147 W. 91st St., New York, N. Y. 
William Henry Cole 

H. W. Hellman Bldg., Los Angeles, 
Cal. 
Joseph Sherman Crowther 

Battle Creek, Mich. 
Heber Doust Curtis 

Lick Observatory, Mt. Hamilton, 
Cal. 
♦Sylvanus Wright Curtiss 

Manager Detroit Legal News, 
Detroit, Mich. 
♦Rev. Walter Adams Cutler 
Grass Lake, Mich. 



22 



The Q u a r t e r- C e n t e n n i a 1 Reunion 



Eleazar Darrow 

Merchants Central Heating Co., 

Spokane, Wash. 
Edwin De Barr 

University of Oklahoma, Norman, 

Okla. 
William Henry Dellenback 

105 N. Clark St., Chicago, 111. 
Frank Haigh Dixon 

Dartmouth College, Hanover, N. H. 
John Dolese, Jr. 

10 S. LaSalle St., Chicago, 111. 
♦Robert Woodin Doughty, 

Beacon, N. Y. 
James Shelby Downard 

Ardmore, Okla. 
•Frederick Levy Dunlap 

1457 Monadnock Bldg., Chicago, 111. 
Edvi'in Hugh Edwards 

7317 Clinton Ave., Cleveland, Ohio. 
♦Eugene Gerald Fassett 

414 First National Bank Bldg. 

Chicago, 111. 
J. Edward Ferris, 

Cleveland, Ohio. 
♦George Everett Fitch 

21 Jefferson Ave., Grand Rapids, 

Mich. 
Herbert Fox 

La Porte, Ind. 
Arthur Frantzen 

617-631 Jackson Blvd., Canal Station, 

Chicago, 111. 
Ralph Stillman Garwood 

Dean, College of Agriculture, 

Mayaguez, P. R. 
Harry George, 

115 State St., Chicago, 111. 
♦James Waterman Glover 

620 Oxford Road, Ann Arbor. 
Frank Burton Graves 

Bellingham, Wash. 
Frederic Dexter Green 

326 Cadillac Ave., Detroit, Mich. 
Earl Woodford Hahn 

Leslie, Mich. 
Joseph Engle Haines 

1720 Chestnut St., Philadelphia, Pa. 
Asa Herbert Hankerson 

Globe Bldg., Seattle, Wash. 
♦Enoch Horton Harriman 

High School, Springfield, 111. 
♦Dr. Howard Davis Haskins 

University of Oregon, Portland, 

Ore. 
♦James Noble Hatch 

1390 Old Colony Bldg., Chicago, 111. 
Horace Walter Hawkins 

(No address) 
Frank Clarence Hecker 

Century, Fla. 
Russell Herley Hemley 

Trenton, Mo. 
♦Carl William Hertel 

Ann Arbor, Mich. 
Dr. Charles Wardell Heywood 

Riverside, 111. 
♦Ernest Oscar Holland 

Rochester, Minn. 



♦Robert Turner Holland 

Saginaw, Mich. 
Albert Zeigler Horning 

1633 Chicago Ave., Chicago, 111. 
Charles Arthur Howell 

62 Buhl Block, Detroit, Mich. 
♦Charles Frederick Hubbard 

14204 Superior Road, Cleveland 
Fred Hyde Jerome 

Sec'y Peoples Building and Loan 

Assn., Saginaw, Mich. 
James Hamilton Barcroft Kaye 

President Northern State Normal 

School, Marquette, Mich. 
John Pease Keyes 

Bend, Ore. 
Dr. William Alfred Kickland 

Fort Collins, Col. 
Garrett Eugene Lamb 

Clinton, Iowa. 
John Donald Lamont 

Virginia, Minn. 
Dr. William John DcHunte Lyster 

Care Adjutant General, U. S. Army, 

Washington, D. C. 
Fred James McElwee 

189 Putnam Ave., Detroit, Mich. 
Stanley Dickinson McGraw 

111 Broadway, New York City 
Rev. William John McKnight 

1623 S. Salina St., Syracuse, N. Y. 
David Williams McMorran 

Port Huron, Mich. 
Ralph Stewart MacPherran 

Allis-Chalmers Co., Milwaukee, Wis 
Newton Dennison Mereness 

1406 Belmont St. N. W. 

Washington, D. C. 
William Henry Alerner 

Cedar Falls, Iowa. 
Richard Dwight Merrill 

919 Harvard Ave. N., Seattle, Wash. 
Lee Ezekiel Mighell 

Aurora, 111. 
John B. Miller 

Box 646, Station C, Los Angeles, 

Cal. 
♦William Tyler Miller ("formerly Wilhelm) 

403 Stevens Bldg., Detroit, Mich. 
Rev. Charles Dayton Moore 

Byron, 111. 
Frank Marion Morrison 

4626 21st Ave. Northeast, Seattle, 

Wash. 
Jacob Worley Morrison 

Greenville, Ohio. 
Arthur Douglass Mott 

1707 Marquette Bldg., Chicago, 111. 
George Fred Mulliken 

St. Joseph, Mich. 
Dr. William Robbins Murray 

621 S3'^ndicate Block, Minneapolis, 

Minn. 
Dr. Frank Wesley Nagler 

North Yakima, Wash. 
Adnah Clifton Newell 

Illinois State Normal University, 

Normal, 111. 
Nathan Charles Paine 

Oshkosh, Wis. 



Class of Eighteen Ninety-two 



23 



Hugo Pani 

Judge of the Superior Court, 

Criminal Court Bldg., Chicago, III. 
Henry Milton Patten 

711 Fleming Bldg., Des Moines, la. 
Edwin Spencer Peck 

1862 E. 101st St., Cleveland, Ohio. 
John Arthur Peters 

Care The Marshall High School 

Chicago, 111. 
Frederick Sherman Porter 

1012 Citizens Bldg., Cleveland, Ohio. 
Eber C. Preble 

Fort Lauderdale, Fla. 
*George Griffin Prentis 

826-30 Dime Bank Bldg., Detroit, 

Mich. 
*William Charles Quarles 

50 Sentinel Bldg., Milwaukee, Wis. 
Dr. Arthur Theodore Randall 

R. D., Bethesda, Md. 
♦Alfred Day Rathbone 

Grand Rapids, Mich. 
George Robert Ray 

280 28th St., Oakland, Cal. 
Harry Chauncey Reiner 

11 Livingston Park, Rochester, N. Y. 
George Campbell Rew 

201 East Ohio St., Chicago, 111. 
Herbert Louis Rice 

U. S. Naval Academy, 

Annapolis, Md. 
Roscoe Linscott Roberts 

76 W. Monroe St., Chicago, 111. 
George Atla Robinson 

85 E. Kirby Ave., Detroit, Mich. 
Wallace Brown Rogers 

Laurel, Miss. 
Pete Wikoff Ross 

3968 Park Blvd., San Diego, Cal. 
*Dr. Homer Erwin Safford 

22 Hancock Ave. West, Detroit, 

Mich. 
Ralph Van Ecton Sage 

Johnstown, Pa. 
Edmond L. Sanderson 

2981 E. Grand Boulevard, 

Detroit, Mich. 
Dr. Henry Edward Saner 

25 E. Washington St., Chicago, 111. 
Carl Schlenker 

University of Minnesota, 

Minneapolis, Minn. 
Dr. Louis Ernst Schmidt 

Schiller Bldg., Chicago, 111. 
Dr. Alfred William Scobey 

Kankakee, 111. 
Lewis Severance 

3324 Stevens Ave., Minneapolis, 

Minn. 
Paul Henry Seymour, 

Care of W. W. Seymour, 

Chicago, 111. 
*Walter Webster Seymour 

7126 Euclid Ave., Chicago, 111. 



*Frederic Lang Sherwin 

R. 513 Mining Exchange Bldg. 

Colorado Springs, Colo. 
Walter Fulton Slocum 

Carl Schurz High School, 

Chicago, 111. 
♦Albert Henrv Smith 

1309 Utah St., Toledo, Ohio. 
Edward Sell Smith 

Warren, Ohio. 
*Edwin Merrill Smith 

Trussed Concrete Bldg., 

Detroit, Mich 
♦Frank Carpenter Smith, 

12042 S. Peoria St., Chicago, 111. 
Harry Tyler Smith, 

Care of Aetna Life Insurance Co., 

Hartford, Conn. 
Dr. William Clive Smith 

Wilkes Barre, Pa. 
Charles Carl Spencer 

417 Conway Bldg., 

Ill N. Washington St., 

Chicago, 111. 
Frederick Carl Struve 

1221 Minoc Ave., Seattle, Wash. 
Edward Earle Stuart 

Stevensville, Mich. 
Frederic Bernard Sturm 

University of Iowa, Iowa City, Iowa. 
Eli Ransom Sutton 

Electric Carrier Co., 220 Broadway, 

New York City. 
Oscar William Swift 

100 William St., New York City. 
Lucien Sterling Taylor 

San Diamas, Cal. 
Charles Hallett Thorne 

Winnetka, 111. 
William Collett Tichcnor 

Lebanon, Ohio. 
Charles Henry Towle 

(No address) 
Pitt Townsend 

758 Rockefeller Bldg., Cleveland, 

Ohio. 
Lewis Lothrop Trowbridge 

Reading, Pa. 
Perry Fox Trowbridge 

1305 Keiser Ave., Columbia, Mo. 
♦Arthur J. Tuttle 

303 Federal Bldg., Detroit, Mich. 
♦Paul John Ullrich 

Mt. Clemens, Mich. 
Hugh Flournoy Van Deventer 

Knoxville, Tenn. 
♦James Van Inwagen, Jr., 

Tiffany Electric Manufacturing Co., 

BufTalo, N. Y. 

Norman Swift Waite 

12 Franklin St., Allston, Mass. 

Joseph William Wakefield 
Wakefield, Ky. 



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The Quarter -Centennial Reunion 



William Edwin Walter 

Symphony Hall, Boston, Mass. 

*Dr. Carl Cleghorn Warden 
Ann Arbor. 
Cyrus Carleton Warren 
Rapid City, S. Dakota. 

P. B. Watrous 

1609 Peoples Gas Bldg., 
Chicago, 111. 



Fred Thomas P. Waterhouse 

Business Agent, Honolulu, H. I. 
Benjamin Riddle VVhipple 

St. Clair, Mich. 
Frank Bates Whipple 

1484 Market St., San Francisco, Cal. 
Herbert Edwin Wilford 

107 3d St., Elmhurst, N. Y. 
George Monroe Wisner 

900 S. Alichigan Ave., Chicago, 111. 



THE GIRLS OF '92 



Helen Agnes Atkins (Mrs. C. Leslie 

Harwood) 

237 Hill St., Reno, Nev. 
Helen Estelle Bacon 

70 Irving Place, New York, N. Y. 
Elizabeth Mary Bailey (Mrs. F. Wm. 

Rane) 

6 Bacon St., Boston, Mass. 
Fannv Estella Barnctt 

2750 14th St., Washington, D. C. 
Myrn Brockett 

Crane Nursery, care Hull House, 

Chicago, 111. 
Ella Buck (Mrs. John J. Schlicher) 

Terre Haute, Ind. 
Gertrude i\Iary Bundy 

(Mrs. Lewis W. Parker) 

624 Sherman Square, Evanston, III. 
*Mary Elizabeth Butler 

(Mrs. Toseph L. Markley) 

1816 Geddes Ave., Ann Arbor, Mich. 
Mattie Eudora Ormsby Campbell 
(Mrs. William A. Campbell) 

Muskegon, Mich. 
Eleanor Montgomery West Carey 
(Mrs. Thomas Gibson) 

174 Metcalfe St., Ottawa, Out., Can. 
Kate Roberts Carlisle 

402 Carlisle St., Saginaw, Mich. 
Juliaette Amanda Chamberlain 

Ocean View Ave., Jamaica, L. I., 

N. Y. 
Arda Marian Clark (Airs. Laverne 
Bassett) 

Grosse He, Mich. 
Gertrude Clark (Mrs. James S. 
Church) 

683 Stowell Ave., Milwaukee, Wis. 
Katherine Cramer (Mrs. George S. 
Holden) 

Palmer, Mass. 
Carrie Elizabeth Cutler 

(Mrs. Tohn J. Defendorf) 

Ionia, Mich. 
Alice Phillips Denison 

339 Cajou St., Redlands, Cal. 
Almcna Rebecca De Puy 

Public Library, Jackson, Mich. 
Rose Dolese 

216 Lake St., Evanston, 111. 
Ruth Bertha Durheim 

169 23d Ave., Seattle, Wash. 



Martha Florence Eddy (Mrs. Alfred 
Hawes) 
Bakewell, Eng. 
Airs. Bertha Helena Fairbanks 

(Airs. Harold W. Fairbanks) 
Box 376, Berkeley, Cal. 
Ida Bertha Paulina Fleischer 

State Normal College, Ypsilanti, 
Alich. 
Alarie Fleming (Airs. Frederick AI. 
Sullivan) 
87 N. Norwood Ave., Buffalo, N. Y. 
Alary Alice Ford 

fAIrs. Samuel C. Armstrong) 
Hampton, Va. 
*Maude Forhan 

313 Randolph St., S. Saginaw, Alich. 
Katie Alay Gartner 

572 Field Ave., Detroit, Alich. 
Eugenia Helen Galloo 

University of Kansas, Lawrence, 
Kas. 
*Jennie Grace Goble 

(Airs. Robert W. Doughty) 
Beacon, N. Y. 
Frances Gould 

Care Airs. Knox, 1116 Washtenaw 
Ave., Ann Arbor. 
*AIary Jeanette Grace 

887 15th St., Detroit, Alich. 
Alyrtle Hale 

Kansas City Star, Kansas City, Mo. 
*AIyrtle Alay Flaskins 

Scott High School, Toledo, Ohio. 
Alice Emma Hatch (Airs. Clayton R. 
Taylor) 
Pasadena, Cal. 
*Carrie Rosepha Heaton 

Central High School, Grand Rapids, 
Alich. 
*Julia Hcrrick 

2107 N. Oak Park Ave., Oak Park, 
111. 
Nettie Clare Hinman 

(Mrs. Frederick T. Boles) 
Hinsdale, 111. 
Mollie Priscilla Hobart 

(Mrs. Charles V. Kerch) 
Janesville, Wis. 
Alarietta Hubbard (Airs. Edwin F. 
Earl) 
El Camoo, Texas. 
*Kathnr!ne Viola Ilgenfritz 

62 Elm Ave. Alonroe, Mich. 



Class of Eighteen Ninety-two 



25 



Lottie Aurora Jackson 

(Mrs. Ludwig Tliomson) 
Boise, Idaho. 
Marj' May Kirtland 
Marion, Ind. 
*Mary Ernestine Krolik (Mrs. Albert 
Kahn) 
62 Rowena St., Detroit, Mich. 
Cora Lee Ladd (i\Irs. Charles D. 
Phelps) 
Manton, Mich. 
Virginia Law (Mrs. Otis Wilkinson) 

220 W. 107 St., New York City 
Agnes May Leas (Mrs. Richard P. 
Strong) 
Care Dr. R. P. Strong, Harvard 
Medical School, Cambridge, Mass. 
Coral Evalcna Leigh (Mrs. Frank L. 
Aloore) 
Cheyenne, Wyo. 
Mattie Elizabeth McColl 

(Mrs. Froilla R. Artz) 
Oregon, 111. 
Maude McGregor 

(Mrs. Joseph Van Deventer) 
Leesburg, Va. 
?.Iande Matthev.-s (Mrs. Rixby Willis) 

3523 Forest -'\ve., Kansas City, Mo. 
Helen Brown Aluir 

State Normal College, Ypsilanti, 
Mich. 
Jessica Vaughan Penny 

(Mrs. Lewis G. Harrier) 
6457 Benvenue Ave., Oakland, Cal. 
Zuell Preston (Mrs. William I. Tyler) 

Niles, Mich. 
Agnes Clarissa Ralph 

High School, Orange, Cal. 
Louise Fitz Randolph (Mrs. Edwin F. 
Gay) 
S7 Frances Ave , Cambridge, Mass. 
Jennie Richards (Mrs. Alexander 
AlacRae) 
Laurium, Mich. 
Maria Emma Ridley 

(Mrs. Chauncey P. Colgrove) 
Cedar Falls, Iowa. 



Mary Anna Sawtelle 

Hartford High School, 
Hartford, Conn. 
Genevieve Martha Sheehan 

Niles, Alich. 
Mirandi Belle Sperry 

W'ashington State Normal School 
Bellingham, Vi'ash. 
Sophronia Leland Stevens 
1421 Columbia Road, 
Washington, D. C. 
Ella Seass Stewart 

(Mrs. Olive W. Stewart) 
5464 Harper Ave., Chicago, 111. 
Therese Study (Mrs. Albert B. Porter) 
Evanston, 111. 
*Ada Thomas (Mrs. Wynn C. Alighell) 
65 S. View St., Aurora, III. 
Nina Marie Tobey 

(Mrs. William G. Coburn) 
Battle Creek, Mich. 
Mary Margaret Turner 

Zenia, Ohio. 
Charlotte Whipple Underwood 
(Mrs. Lewis H. Williams) 
Waukegan, 111. 
Minnie Amelia Walton 

(Mrs. Franklin H. Hendrick) 
522 Ottawa St., Lansing, Mich. 
*Pauline Elizabeth Wies 
State Normal School, 
Milwaukee, Wis. 
*\'iola May Williams (Mrs. William 
Blair) 
221 S. Fifth Ave., Ann Arbor, Mich. 
Elizabeth Davis Wood 

(Mrs. Clinton H. Donaldson) 
Downing St., Denver, Colo. 
Grace Darlene Worrall 

(Mrs. Benjamin W. Burleigh) 
Nashua, Iowa. 
*Ada Zarbell 

Care Wendell Phillips High School, 
or 4132 Ellis Ave., Chicago, 111. 



26 



The O u a r t e r- C e n t e n n 1 a 1 Reunion 



Sample "Before and Alters" 





ARTHUR J. TUTTLE 

(Before and After) 
One of the funniest things about these old photos is that the boys looked older and more serious 
twenty-five years ago. Witness Tuttle, Curtis and Morrison. Judge Tuttle looks judicial enough on the 
bench, where he is a terror to evil doers, but he was human enough at our quarter-centennial. Indeed, 
lie was a red-hot favorite. 





"JACK" MILLER 

(Then) 
About the time he was singing bass on the 
glee club, playing the guitar and getting fired 
for stealing '93's toastmaster. 



JOHN B. MILLER 

(Now) 
Jack looks very respectable now, as befits the 
head of a $12,000,000 corporation, but there is 
fun lurking in those lamps. 



Class of Eighteen N i ii e t y - 1 w o 



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FRANK M. MORRISON 

(Hirsute and Unadorned) 

In the days when we all took ourselves very seriously the gardenesque style in "hair goods" was 
the proper thing and many of the boys worked up neat shrubbery effects. Nowadays they run more to 
the landscape style, open centers, etc. The massing on top is much better in Frank's case than with 
most of us. His brother, Jake, is probably bald, as he sent no photos. 



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(Without and with "spec's") 

In those days we started the week with a narrow necktie but toward the end we all wore wide ones. 
Heber has prospered so that he can wear ties that expose the shirt at all times. Otherwise, he seems 
little changed. Heber's "canned voice" was greatly relished by all. (See page 10.) 



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MRS. BERTHA H. FAIRBANKS 

These pictures are enough to show the wonderful human interest of the Class Book we propose (on 
page 31.) It will be a great labor to collect all these photographs and reproduce them on first class paper, 
but isn't it worth while? 




ELLA BUCK 



MRS. ELLA BUCK SCHLICHER 



The second picture shows her daughter Hildegard and son Karl. Think what a wonderful collection 
of pictures of your old college friends the new Class Book will be and what a source of pride it will be 
to you always. Then dig up your photo today and send them to Warner Bishop, who will return them 
later, unharmed. He will have them all re-photographed so that none will be lost or soiled. 



ClassofEig-hteen Ninety-two 29 



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This page was to have been glorified by then-and-now photos of Stanley 
D. McGraw, but some of us boneheads lost one of the pictures. "Stan" is 
certainly one of the most popular Michigan graduates in this country. He 
is a broker in New York and has been one of the best Michigan workers 
anywhere for many years. There's only one boat a year to Labrador and it 
had to go just at reunion time. Otherwise he would surely have come to the 
Quarter-Centennial. He sent us some red-hot telegrams full of love for old 
classmates. Technically "Stan" is a non-grad, but who cares? Once a '92, 
always a '92. 

Jim Breakey also we shall ever claim, no matter what the records say. 

Jim is back again from the war O. K. and says he will never leave the 
old town again. 

A white-hot reunion favorite was Carl Hertel, who was clad in white 
samite, not exactly mystic, but wonderful. Carl certainly has the winning 
smile and magnetic presence, and it is an extra joy to learn that he has came 
back to the old town (A. A.) to live. He has changed the pronunciation 
of his name. He began life as a salesman and no one could get his name. 
So he gave it out a syllable at a time and everybody got it, but with the 
accent on the second syllable. It is worth going a hundred miles out of your 
way just to see old Ann Arbor town with Carl Hertel in it. 

Three men stayed till the last dog was hung and then some. When 
Georgie Prentis was asked, "Whom did you see on Thursday?" he replied, 
"Oh, mostly Carl Hertel and Jimmy Van, and Jimmy Van and Carl Hertel, 
and Carl and Jim, and Carly Van and Jim Hertel." 

Wilhelm Miller took a notion against his first name. Said he'd rather 
be called Benedict Arnold or Satan. Changed it m the dark days before 
Chateau Thierry to William Tyler Miller. Court confirmed change in De- 
cember, 1918. The boys now call him "Bill," "Willum" or "Will." 

Karl Miner, who started with every class in the 80's- and 90's and out- 
lasted even Andrew E. Gibson, behaved like the right son in the parable. 
After telegraphing from New York that he couldn't come he did. Karl 
has grown so preternaturally respectable and popular that '92 actually claimed 
him. The committee gave him the news and the boys on the stoop made him 
come in and live with us, even if he does consider himself at heart a dirty '93. 
Wonderful transformation in Miner. Thunderingly respectable. Wouldn't 
even sing "The Man wi*''! the Sealskin Pants." 

When it was all over and we were all saying "Till we meet again," Fred 
Sherwin, who had come 2,000 miles to attend the party, broke out with "No, 
boys, I'll never come to Ann Arbor again or attend another reunion." We 
remonstrated but Fred insisted that he "wouldn't spoil the memory of this re- 
union for anything. Too fine a thing to imitate again." 



30 The O u a r t e r - C e n t e n n i a 1 Reunion 



Treasurer's Report 



(Condensed) 

RECEIPTS 

Left over from Twentieth Reunion $ 90.00 

Received from class tax, Twenty-fifth Reunion 352.00 

Collected at Class Luncheon, June, 1917 54.00 

Collected for Class Souvenir 36.00 

Total receipts $532.00 

DISBURSEMENTS 

Turned over to Class Secretary for printing, postage, and other pre- 
liminary expenses (various dates) $110.00 

Paid steward of Acacia House (additional expenses) 49.00 

Class Luncheon (Michigan Union) 81.00 

Printing, postage, telegrams, etc 37.00 

Total disbursements $277.00 

Balance turned over to Secretary, July 31, 1917 $255.00 

GEORGE G. PRENTIS,- 

Treasurer. 



Class of Eighteen Ninety-two 31 



A Class Book 



T^HE photographs reproduced in this souvenir give a mere hint of what 
a real class book would be to each member of the class. If they interest 
you, think how you would value photographs (then and now) of each 
member of the class. And then add to them a characteristic account in his 
own words of the twenty-five years since graduation from each classmate. 
What have the boys and girls been doing all this time? Where have they 
gone? Where are they now? What's become of that chap you used to sit 
next to in class, and of the boy you grew to know and love, and whom you 
haven't seen these twenty years? Whom have they married and how many 
children do they have? 

These are the things the class book will tell you. It won't be exactly an 
easy job to get the material together. But it can be done, and it is worth 
doing. The financial side of the undertaking is more difficult, but by no 
means impossible. Such a book could be printed at a cost of five dollars 
per member. I think every one of us who listened to the two-minute bio- 
graphies on the first two evenings of the reunion last June would be glad 
to pay that sum for a stenographic report of those brief, hasty, vital talks. 

The class secretary will gladly take up the job of gathering pictures and 
letters if the class wants to use them in the wa}' of a book. W^rite him and 
tell him what you think about it. 

WM. WARNER BISHOP, 

Secretary. 



32 The Ouarter-Centennial Reunion 



Greeting and Parting 

By UNO KNOTT 

Air: "How Can I Leave Thee?" 

Once more we greet you, 
Brothers in ninety-two. 
Long years have passed away 
Since that fair day 
When we each other knew; 
Now here are very few. 
But absent hearts beat true, 
Hail, Ninety-two ! 

How can I leave you, 
Brothers in Ninety-two? 
One glad reunion more 
Soon will be o'er. 
Friends come and friends will go 
But we will ever know 
Friends old, but always new, 
In Ninety-two. 



ACKNOWLEDGMENTS. 

We hate to say a kind word even to a dog, especially '93, which is "always butting 
in," but the heaven-inspired art work above was composed by Hedley V. Richardson, 
who is also the creator of "Still the Same" (on inside back cover) and "Hail to '92," 
(on page 18). The sublime creation "Times Have Changed" (on page 19) comes from 
the pure and lofty mind of David Porter Mayhew and is conceded by all to be his 
greatest poem. 



The Girls of '92 

By "SOFTY" SPOONER, '92 

Air : Rings on my Fingers 

[You Boys Who Missed It : Hum this in your hall bedroom and change 
the ice in your veins to blood. Imagine eighty-one of your old pals 
singing this with gusto I This is the life 1] 

Agnes Leas we love you and Gertrude Bundy too, 
Ernestine you are a queen, Julia you will "do," 
Ada Zarbell's clever and Ada Thomas too. 
You lulu, goo goo girls of '92. 

Maude you are a corker and Mary Butler too. 

In fact we're dotty on you all — you are so sweet and true. 

We were all engaged to you or else we wanted to, 

You roo-roo, roo-roo girls of '92. 



Still the Same 

By FONDEAU GIRLS, '92 
Air: Darling Clementine 

[Filia Loquitur, "Say, Mother, you must have been quite a peach when 
you were in college. See what the men say about you and your girl 
friends. Let's sing itl] 

Ninety- two plus five and twenty I 

Back again comes Ninety-two 
And Ann Arbor, glad a-plenty. 

Welcomes us with much ado. 

CHORUS: 

O, you darlings, O you darlings, 

Darling girls of '92; 
You are just as sweet as ever. 

And we swear that we love you. 

See the fat men and their bald pates, 

Still they are the same old boys ! 
Loved by each of their old classmates. 

Here amid Ann Arbor's joys. 

Ninety-two, O Two-and-ninety 
There is magic in the name ; 
Makes us feel tho' we looked ninety 
That in spirit we're the same. 



LIBRARY OF CONGRESS 



028 344 642 6 



The Boys of '92 

Air : Rings on My Fingers 

[Everybody I Stick this on the piano rack now and hit this up. Get 
on the Joy Circuit and cash in your College Education.] 

We've got Jimmy Van amongst us and his water wagon too ; 
Larry Cole hits up the bowl, and Parson Carson too. 
Jim Breakey, he got fired, but he is all true blue. 
And so are all the boys of 92. 

Georgy Prentis, alias "Prexy," forsakes his old-time stews 
Abstemious Wilhelm Miller is now quite strong for booze; 
"Regent" Eulkley cannot awe us, his dignity does ooze 
When Rathbone, Smith, and Sherwin get their dues. 

Warner Bishop is the hottest this world has ever known, 
And "Truthful James," cur poet, would melt a heartof stone. 
Jim Glover, you're a worker, to see you we do hone, 
Lee Mighell, our country gent, you have the "tone." 

All the legal talent belongs to '92 : 

Bill Quarles, as a lawyer, makes the other side feel blue, 

Dellenback's a daisy and Fassett loves to sue. 

Judge Tuttle turns 'em down and says "Oh, pool" 

All the world's best singers belonged to '92 : 

Harriman, first tenor, and Edwin Cheney too, 

Jack Miller, "Lizzard" Darrow, and Stan McGraw — ^wahoo) 

And Joy and Thompson, too, were '92. 

[Say, fellows, once a year at least we MUST get all the '92 boys in our 
neighborhood together and sing the songs in this souvenir. We really 
must.] 



Printed by our Classmate, "Sam" Cuttbs 
Alias "Detroit Legal News" 



